I don't really like you. I mean you do great things like pierce my nose and save people and stuff, but you kinda freak me out. While you sucked up my blood today for a panel of sorts, you made me all woozy and lightheaded. I got all pale and shaky, and you know, I really didn't like it. I hope one day that medicine advances so that they can test my body from something other than my blood. I'm carrying precious cargo and I've only got a few pints in there, and I'm not willing to share with you.